Tears of the Snow Empress

At their first meeting, the Demon Lord stood tall on the far side of the Blue River. Amid an army of thousands, his dazzling brilliance caught the eye at once. Yi Shuiluo's heart stirred. It was him! The black-clad swordsman she had once encountered at the Heaven-Piercing Tower. Yet now he seemed as upright as a pine in the wind, as bright and clear as the sun and moon. Yi Shuiluo couldn't help admiring him. Now this was a worthy opponent!

Though he had fallen into a disadvantage, his dark eyes still allowed not the slightest hint of disrespect. His breathtakingly beautiful, resolute face had also captured Yi Shuiluo's heart. He was her enemy, a demon, a sinner condemned by humanity for all eternity. Yet in an instant, Yi Shuiluo had hopelessly fallen for the fire burning in his eyes. Without hesitation, she reached out and seized the Demon Lord's sharp sword, keeping him from plunging into the bottomless abyss. The blade had already cut into her palm, leaving it drenched in blood.